Ellie has tried to push away the invasive memories. His head was bashed in, Ellie was screaming, begging for them to let Joel go, and there was a woman standing over him, blonde hair, muscular body - Abby fucking Anderson.

You tried to help Ellie, trying to console her through her loss, trying to help her to move on, trying to get her to choose life over this suicide mission she has set her mind on.

Ellie tried to heal, to forget. She couldn't. She won't. She needs to avenge Joel. And you? You need to stay behind. Or so she tries to convince you, anyway.

"Will you just fucking listen? For one second?" Ellie was sat on her bed, elbows on her knees as she leaned forward to glare at your pacing form. You were restless, impossibly disturbed by the idea of Ellie crossing the country to go after the WLF girl that she only knows by name. You weren't sure if she was crazy, or if the infection has finally started to take over her rationality.

Either way, she won't be going alone. Not now, not ever.

"I'm coming with you." You stopped your aimless circles in her room, finally planting your feet steady and crossing your arms.

"No." Ellie deadpanned, sighing, her hands rubbing over her face in frustration of your stubbornness. "I already told you, it's gonna be a shitty journey, and it'll be dangerous. You should stay here, in Jackson. Where it is safe I don't have to worry about you too."